A few days later, late at night.

Shen Qianqiu buried his head in the bookcase, he had in front of him the tax accounts of the entire Ru'an Mansion in the past ten years, and things were as he guessed, not long after Zhou Kang left, the prefect Zhou Wei took his son to make amends.

Different from the domineering behavior just now, the current Zhou Dashao is like a real son of a family, humble and polite, and his tone of apology is also very sincere, even if Shen Qianqiu is ready, he can't help but wonder if the man in front of him is really Zhou Kang himself, or if he has a twin brother.

Zhou Zuo is worthy of being an old oilman who has been in the officialdom for nearly 20 years, and in a few words, he got closer to the newly appointed Tobe Langzhong, and then he was even more anxious to find a place to live for the other party, and the house where Shen Qianqiu lives now is found with Zhou Zuo's help.

Shen Qianqiu wanted to check the account book, and this Ru'an Mansion Governor agreed without thinking about it, and the next day he ordered someone to send the account book for a whole ten years.

Looking at the new and old account books in the car, Shen Qianqiu knew in his heart that since the other party dared to let him check, he was not afraid of being checked, and then sure enough, Shen Langzhong, who had been looking at the account book for three days in a row, was stunned and didn't see any problems at all.

……

When Shen Qianqiu lowered his head and was busy, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Li Mizhen wore a lotus skirt and walked in with light steps.

The woman who returned to her daughter's costume was a little more graceful, and said softly:

"Brother, it's time for supper."

Saying that, a bowl of noodle soup was placed in front of Shen Qianqiu, with a poached egg lying on the slender noodles, and a pinch of finely chopped green onions sprinkled around it, even if Shen Qianqiu was not hungry, when he saw the noodle soup in front of him, his stomach began to scream unconsciously.

At this moment, the whole room was filled with fragrance, including both the fragrance of the face and the plain body fragrance of the woman.

Shen Qianqiu picked up the chopsticks and couldn't help but quip:

"When did our family learn to cook?"

The woman's face turned red when she heard this, and she whispered:

"I learned from my mother at home some time ago."

Shen Dagongzi was staring at the noodles from beginning to end, and he didn't notice the woman's shyness, he directly picked up the noodles and put them in his mouth, one bite after another, and the woman was smiling and standing quietly aside.

Shen Qianqiu didn't even let go of the noodle soup, and drank it all in, until the whole bowl of noodles was down, then he put down the chopsticks, raised the empty bowl in his hand, and smiled at the slightly nervous woman:

"Whether it's good or not, I don't need to say more."

The woman took the dishes and chopsticks, and said softly:

"If you like it, I'll make it for you later."

Shen Qianqiu sat up straight and said seriously:

"If you can eat it every day, it's best."

The woman's cheeks quickly turned crimson when she heard this, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at the man again, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "You are busy first", and then ran out of the room.

With a smile on the corner of her mouth, Shen Qianqiu quietly watched the back of the woman leaving in a hurry, until the woman completely disappeared from view, and then Shen Caizi muttered:

"This view is the best."

————

In the capital, Nanmen Mansion, since the last visit of the king, the head of the Nanmen family has been like a matchmaker, and has been thinking about how to promote this good thing.

Although the status of Nanmen in Beijing is second to none, it is still not comparable to the prince who is the prince, but if he can rely on this opportunity to climb with the royal family, then the future Nanmen family will only go to a higher level. …

Nanmen Hong came to the courtyard and saw his niece sitting alone at the small table in the courtyard, writing something with a pen, he thought for a moment and walked forward slowly.

Nanmen Fuqing has been familiar with poetry and books since childhood, not only writes well, poetry and songs are also handy, because of the family, most of the doors do not go out of the door on weekdays, so they are not known to outsiders, and they can be regarded as talented women hidden in the mansion of the high gate.

Because of its outstanding talent, it is particularly rare in the Central Plains where women are not talented, and usually in the printing field composed of all the daughters, this woman who likes to wear Tsing Yi naturally became the person who holds the pen.

……

"He is beautiful, good in tone, has a good demeanor, has a unique demeanor, has a peach blossom face, and has long sleeves."

Nanmen Fuqing muttered softly while writing the next line of comments for the new book, and at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps not far ahead, and the woman skillfully closed the book gently and looked up at the comer.

"Uncle."

Nanmen Fuqing wanted to get up and salute, but saw the middle-aged man she called her uncle waved his hand, signaling her to sit in peace.

Nanmen Hong came to the table and sat down, and asked with a smile:

"Qing'er, did your father say when he would come back?"

"Last time, my father wrote to me that a few friends were going to stop by and visit, and I should be back in three or five days." The woman replied truthfully.

Nanmen Hong nodded, stroked his beard and said:

"I wanted to wait for your father to come back to discuss this matter, but since he still has some time to come back, let me ask you what you mean.

Even if our Nanmen family is in the capital, it is also a famous family, so we don't have to let the younger generations marry for the sake of the prosperity of the family, but we don't have to consider the ideas of the younger generations.

The little grandfather also said that the family is not prosperous because our elders are incompetent, and it should not bury the life of your juniors. ”

As soon as Nanmen Honghua said the first sentence, Nanmen Fuqing, who had been smart since childhood, had already heard a middle string note, and the reason why he didn't interrupt immediately was also thinking about how to deal with the words.

The woman was silent for a moment before she said softly:

"Uncle Meng's kindness, you also know Qing'er's personality, and she is the most unwilling to be a man's foil, but as my uncle said, I am no longer a little woman, and I will definitely not say stupid things like 'even if I become an old girl in this life, I will not marry'."

Qing'er thought very clearly, since Sister Zhou got married, I knew that I didn't have much time, everyone had their own troubles, and sometimes there was no country girl who was at ease.

The daughter's family, after all, is still an outsider, and one day she will marry another woman, but compared to an ordinary woman who is just a "money-loser", a woman from a high-ranking family can still feed her family, which can be regarded as a fortunate thing. ”

……

Nanmen Fuqing's words were neither humble nor arrogant, so that the head of the Nanmen clan on the opposite side couldn't help but sigh, cousin Nanmen Yan has three masters, but it's a pity that the junior in front of him who is neither lacking in talent nor losing his vision is a woman, otherwise he can add another master.

After the words were spoken, Nanmen Hong no longer hid and tucked in, and said bluntly:

"Qing'er, you are also a big child, have you considered marriage, or do you have a favorite sweetheart?"

The woman smiled lightly, shook her head lightly, and said:

"My niece rarely goes out, where does the person you come from? If the uncle has a suitable candidate, let's listen to it for the time being, if this person is of good character and is also in line with the plan of the Nanmen family, Qing'er is willing to follow the arrangement. ”

Seeing that the other party's words were loose, Nanmen Hong, as the head of the family, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, Nanmen Yan has four children, three of whom are all pillars, even if the niece in front of him really said angry words like "never go out for the rest of his life", he couldn't say anything.

Even sometimes he himself wondered what would it matter if one of his cousin's children had a talent who would give up the position of head of the family?

Nanmen Hong sighed, tried his best to make himself smile kindly, and said:

"Virtuous niece, what do you think of the Eighth Prince?"

……